48. Charlie
Charlie
The wind throws rain against the windows of the record store.
My whole body trembles knowing what my fate is.
I’m terrified of Brody. I don’t think he’s bluffing.
I should tell Noah right now, but at the same time I want to feel loved for once in my life.
Noah. The only guy who’s ever told me no.
I threw myself at him like the pathetic, insecure girl I am.
But now his eyes are dark, intense, and they hold me captive in a way that makes it impossible to look away.
“I love you,” I whisper the words between his lips. It’s the third time I’ve said it with no response. My voice was shaky, but there was no taking it back now.
Noah doesn’t say anything back. He just stares at me, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he reaches out and cups my face in his hands. His touch is warm, grounding, and I feel myself leaning into it, desperate for more.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks.
I don’t hesitate to bite my lip and nod.
My body is practically vibrating with anticipation.
My thighs are on fire as Noah’s hands slide down to my shoulders.
He kisses my cheek, his mouth following a trail to my neck as he reaches for the hem of my shirt.
He tugs it over my head in one swift motion, tossing it aside.
His fingers unclip my bra, and the straps tumble down my arms as it plops to the floor.
The cool air hits my breasts, making my nipples hard on impact.
Noah’s eyes rake over me, a surge of heat growing between my legs. His gaze is hungry, possessive, and for one split it looks like I’m the only thing in the world that matters to him.
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous. You make me weak,” he says, and its nails hammered into my heart.
“I'd rather be with you then anyone else.” I bite my bottom lip as my fingers reach for the seam of my skirt, pushing it down. I let it fall to the floor and step out of it. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the realization made my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
Noah’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me, completely naked.
He’s seen me before, but something is different about his gaze now.
Through the darkness of the store, his pupils are dilated as if he loves me too, but he doesn’t know how to say it back.
He unzips his jacket, shrugging out of it.
His shirt follows next. He tosses it over his head, fighting only a brief moment with the sleeves.
His hands go to the waistband of his jeans.
I reach out to help him, my fingers fumbling with the button and zipper.
Together, we push his jeans down his legs, and he steps out of them.
His boxers go next, and then he is just as naked as I am. I hungrily admire him, the tattoos all over his muscular arms and firm, toned chest, the perfect v-shape at his hips. My eyes drop to his dick. It’s already hard and straining. My mouth goes dry at the sight of it, thick and heavy.
I press my chest against his, kissing him as I grasp his dick with my hand, stroking his soft skin. He groans into my mouth, and I almost climax at the mere sound of his desire. Every vein throbs in my palms.
Noah grabs my cheeks, kisses me and leads me to the couch. I release my grip on him as he sits down, grasping my hips and positioning me so that I'm straddling him. His hands squeeze my ass, holding me in place as he gazes into my eyes, seemingly searching them for something.
“This is one of the easiest positions you can lose it,” he says, his voice rough with desire. “It will still hurt, and we can stop at any time, but you have full control.”
“What do I do?” I ask. My heart races as I position myself above him, my nails already digging into his shoulderblades. He grasps the base of his dick, poking at my entrance. My knees are buckling and quivering already, but I’m not going to back out now.
“Ease down.” I do. My arms are shaking more than anything. His hands rest on my hips as I breathe hard. I ease down like he says, the tip stretches my entrance.
“Are you okay?” I slam my eyes shut, trying to breathe through it. His hands are gentle around my hips – he's so warm, and I swear I can feel his heartbeat, but it could just be mine raging inside my chest.
“Help me.” My legs feel like they're going to collapse. I’m shaking all over.
“Look at me,” he says, and I glance down then straight up at him. Then back down. He brushes a thumb over my hip. “Look at me.” He’s gentler this time.
“Okay... okay.” I met his gaze. He crushes his lips against mine, then squeezes my skin as if warning me before he thrusts into me.
A sharp, tight pain radiates over my insides and each nerve-ending throbs.
I yelp into his mouth as I take in his full length.
My body trembling, my fingers digging into his shoulder blades.
I’m breathing so hard my mouth falls open.
“You okay?” I bite my bottom lip nodding, the emotions inside me well up and I’m about to start sobbing again. “The hard part is over. I promise.” He kisses me softly on the lips, his eyes so hazy and beautiful as they look at me. I move my hips up and down and whimper.
“Fuck, it hurts.” I fall into the crease of his neck, my body convulsing as he wraps his thick arms around my back.
“Do you want to stop?”
I shake my head.
“Take it easy.” He brushes his fingers down my spine before grasping my hips again, lifting me a bit higher as he pumps into me.
His dick thickens inside me. Every inch of him fuels my bloodstream.
It hurts, but my heart explodes inside me, loving each thrust of his hips meeting mine.
His eyes are fixated on me, not closing for a second as he gently pushes his length in and out of me.
I moan, my hands gripping his shoulders for support.
“Noah...” I can’t help it, I grind into his length, absorbing the lacerating pain, taking all of him in.
Pleasure finally outweighs the pain and he groans, tilting his head back onto the couch.
His hands tighten on my hips as I figure out a perfect rhythm that has my clit stroking his pulsating shaft.
“What do you want, Trouble,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips with each upward thrust.
“I just want you to love me back.” I lean my head back, moaning.
“I’ll show you then.” The tension is building in my clit, it’s a raging hot fire wanting to burst. He takes one hand, running it over my sweaty breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples as a shiver of pleasure runs up my back and through me.
I arch more to his touch, and I pick up my rhythm, my legs cramping as he matches my desperation.
“Please, I love you.” I beg.
“Charlie...” He groans. The whole store is filled with us – the sound of sex echoing in all corners, our skin slapping, him feeling like heaven inside me.
My insides are tormented by his dick. “You feel so good,” Noah growls, his voice strained.
“So tight, so wet...” He hums, sucking in sharp breaths with each thrust. “Charlie...” A hot burst of pleasure starts to flood into me, clouding my brain as it intensifies.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He bites his bottom lip, his moans are so tender like the voice he sings with.
I moan, my head falling back as I ride him harder, faster. I can’t keep going, I’m getting so tired. My knees burn rubbing against the leather. “Noah please...” I gasp, my nails leaving red marks on his shoulder. “I’m close... but I’m so tired.”
He grasps my thighs, lifting me a bit as he gives me one deep stroke. I yelp as he does it several times, pumping into my opening. My inner muscles clamp around his dick, trapping it in place. My skin is set on fire. “Fucking come for me baby, fucking come!”
He bites his lip as he pounds, each slap filling the air, and he’s hitting my clit just right.
The sensation comes fast – hot-white pleasure scattering from my clit all over my thighs and through my veins.
My heart nearly stops as I collapse into the crease of his neck, breathing in the spicy scent of his skin.
I can’t think straight. He keeps beating into me.
“Noah,” my body convulses around him as another, more intense, wave crashes over me.
My heart beats a sharp rhythm against my ribcage.
I can stop the pleasure that slams into me without warning.
His dick pulsates and expands inside me, his hips bucking up into me.
He grabs the back of my head, fisting my hair into a tight ball as he leans my head back.
My eyes land on his lustful gaze as he says, “I love you too, I love you. I wanna see you...” He groans, his dick slapping against my wet skin. “I wanna see you when I come.”
He groans the sweetest, sexiest sound as something warm pools inside me. He trembles, as he pushes in and out. When I glance down for a mere second, his dick is saturated in our mutual release.
He’s still hard as a rock as he takes slow, steady pumps inside me. He bites his lower lip. I look down at him, his face glistening with sweat, his hair sticking to his cheeks. “I’m still so fucking hard.” I push a strand away and lean into him, breathing him in as we kiss.
“You love me?” I brush my lips against his.
“I’ve been in love with you,” he groans, and our tongues tangle together slowly and sensually.
He starts thrusting inside me again, leaning his head back, gripping onto my hips.
“Mmm...” He slows down, but he doesn’t budge or push me off.
He holds me as his dick throbs within me.
His hand tangles in my hair as I press my sweaty body against his. The pounding of his heart matches mine.
“I don’t want tonight to end...” I say.
“It doesn’t have to. I need a minute, and then I can go again.”
“I’m gonna be so sore tomorrow,” I giggle.
“I might want you to be.” He kisses me, before lifting my hips a bit and starts thrusting again. I wrap my arms around him, resting my head on his shoulders as he pumps into me until we each come again.
We end up lying on the couch together, my back pressed against his chest as he leans over me as we talk non-stop, playing with each other's fingers.
We sit there and talk about bands we listened to growing up.
One thing that caught me off guard was that the first hard-rock band he ever listened to was Evanescence.
I could listen to Amy Lee on repeat, and he mentioned he would ride the bus to school jamming out to her.
Within thirty minutes he starts making love to me again.
He takes me from behind before pinning me against the wall, making love to me as he holds me up.
Our release was even more intense than the last. I fell asleep in Noah’s arms on the leather couch.
After two hours of sleeping we are up again and I beg him for more, and he doesn’t hesitate.
We do this all night, sleeping and waking up again just for another round.
When the sun hit my eyes as it rose, I’m flooded with such a strange sensation of dread.
I decided to sneak out from underneath his grip.
He didn’t budge. Noah’s hair was probably messier than mine.
But I’ve never seen someone so peaceful, with his long eyelashes pressed together.
The rise and fall of his chest tugged at my heart strings, I could rub a thumb over the sweet little dip in his chin every morning and kiss him awake.
But I don’t. My mouth is dry. So dry my lips are sticking together, and I can’t bring myself to wake him up.
I gather my belongings, get dressed and leave as quietly as possible.